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The Choice by Stella Polare

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You might blossom like a flower does even in the society, where people find themselves in the pit as matches in the chase of society hapiness clichés. The clichés of happiness is expressed by the golden wax, the leaves of flower by the démaquillage cottons, the people chasing the society clichés.


Il s’agit du choix de l’âme à suivre son chemiin pour s’épanouir, ou fleurir comme la fleur parmi les autres âmes, qui meurent dans leur quête des clichés du bonheur. Les clichés du bonheur sont représentés par la cire dorée, que j’ai achetée pour Noêl et que je n’ai pas pu utiliser. Les âmes sont représentées par les alumettes utilisés pour faire couler le cire de cette ouvre. Les cotons de demaquillage également utilisés représentent les pétales du personnage principale. Le dernier ferme ses yeux et il s’écoute. C’est grâce à cela il s’épanouit. Les pétales sont renforcées et collées par la cire pour que cela ne bouge pas beaucoup

The bandage to the enemy 120x80 2017 web

I was born in the family of the doctors. My grandfather Zaid Rasulovitch Yunusov served at World War 2 in the Red Army in rifle regiment N 1048. In the battles of 1942 he performed a first aid to more than 300 wounded people at the bataillon medical units. On the 23, 24th of June, 1944 my grandfather made a first aid to 123 victims, 10 of them were seriously wounded. In spite of the hard working conditions he was always an exemple of the cold blood minded qualified work, bravery and highly moral spirit.

He used to say that the prior duty of the doctor is to bring the cure to anyone who is wounded regardless the army the patient serve, regardless his party, regardless the motivation the suffering was engaged to the war. I tried to express in my canvas this wise position full of love to the Humanbeing.

This canvas is named “The bandage to the wounded” and it is dedicated to Peace and War. It was finished to the 9th of May 2017. For my grandfather it is the Victory day, as Uzbek veteran and his birthday personnally.

Dirty hands make white bandages on the hands of the wounded. the hands are pictures with open palms. The white bandage and open palms symbolizes the absence of weapon in talking with enemy, thus act of peace. Dirty hands mean dirty of taking part in war. He helps his enemy, but he has also been dirtied by war. The orange-red background, a contrast to the white bandage, is to express the troubles of war.

On the one hand the canvas is dedicated to the Big Human Peace that little draftsmen try to preserve during so Unhuman War. On the other hand the act of making bandage to the enemy simbolizes the tremendous love to the Humanbeing, that can commit an error, harm himself and so others. Inspite the committed error anyone desserves the love as the Humanity deserves the Peace.



Oil on canvas, 120×80 cm